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My Demesnes

Chicago-O’Hare: waiting to board my flight. Met an older Italian woman named Carla, and appeared on her home video as a friendly person she met on her trip. We talked about how we both liked San Francisco. She was from Torino.
I got a momentary tingle when I gave myself permission to think about where I’m actually going. Budapest! Then Romania! Awesome! The country that bears my name.